Min Yoongi.

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

He really wanted to go home. The workday dragged on, weighing on his nerves.

There, in the silence of the bedroom, it was cool, and the hum of voices, tinged with screams, hysteria, horror, disappeared, leaving Jimin with an empty head.

It was probably time to quit, but for some reason the young man continued to get up in the mornings and get ready for work to help.

The clock shows 19:30, half an hour until the end of the shift.

And just a minute later, a tragedy hits the news. An earthquake. A collapse at a shopping mall.

7:42 PM. The first bell rings. And Jimin realizes the 18 minutes left in his shift will feel like an eternity.

He is afraid for people, but he wants to go home more.

19:58. The call is on his line, I can’t refuse it.

"911, what's your emergency?" The young man knows his auto-greeting sounds exactly like everyone else's.

"Can you please hold on?" a quiet, broken, muffled voice. "It's very cold and dark here."